The Silk Phantom -- F/f shrinking story

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This is a story I have been sitting on for half a year. I'm not sure if it is any good. If you like it, please let me know and I may continue. It probably needs more editing, so I apologize for the poor grammar.

The Silk Phantom

An enormous hand squeezed tighter around her as she wriggled in her captor’s grasp. She kicked her legs wildly, refusing to give up her ill-fated attempts at escape. Her large breasts were spilling over the fingers of her captor as she pounded her little hands on the giant fist.

How could she have let this happen? She had always been so careful! She had collected over a dozen of the most powerful women in the world for her collection. She was their all-powerful mistress. Their towering dominatrix. But here she was, trapped in the hands of her latest target. Where did it go wrong?

“So, where are the rest of the women you kidnapped, Silk Phantom? We can make this as easy as possible if you lead me to them now,” her captor demanded.

“Never. Let me go, and I won’t shrink you. You are making the biggest mistake of your life!”

Her captor chuckled as she smiled down at her. “Really? Then why aren’t you doing something now? Am I supposed to be scared, little one?”

She released her grip, turning her hand over so the naked woman was lying on her back in her palm.

“Wow, you really have an amazing body. You must spend hours in the gym to keep a toned body like that. I bet your butt is pretty cute too, especially at this size.”

She flipped the shrunken woman over and was quiet for a moment as she admired her figure.

“Yep. Such a cute little booty. Now, tell me where the rest of them are, or I will spank this cute little butt of yours until it’s bright red. Just like you did to the women in your stories.”

“Never!” the shrunken woman yelled. “You wouldn’t dare!

“Well, I guess we have to do this the hard way,” her captor said with a chuckle. “Don’t say I turned warn you.”

She brought two fingers down on the shrunken woman’s tiny butt, causing her to yell out curses and insults that would make a sailor blush.



How am I going to get out of this, the tiny woman thought to herself as she wriggled in her giant captor’s palm as another spank came down on her delicate rear. Where did it all go wrong?



Just A few Days Earlier…



Susan's stilettos clicked loudly on the stone pathway as she advanced toward the impressive mansion. Alongside her, her much shorter and younger partner Kira tried to match her stride while gripping her notebook.



At six-two, Susan was hard to miss. Her long legs seemed to go on forever, and her olive skin wouldn’t have looked out of place on a painting of ancient Egyptian royalty. Her dark hair was pulled back in a tight bun, and with her green eyes scanning everything intently, she gave off the vibe of a dangerous predator. Despite her beauty, she still sometimes felt a flicker of self-consciousness about her height. She towered over most of the men and women she’d dated, but she knew it was useful for her career. Most people stood up straight when she walked into the room, especially when she was in heels.



Beside her, her partner Kira hurried to keep up. Kira was barely a few years out of college, with pale skin, blonde hair, and striking blue eyes. She favored dark clothes that made her look even fairer, a leftover habit from her alt-girl high school days that she’d once admitted to Susan with a little laugh. She was bubbly when the pressure was off, but still sharp and professional when it counted.



The manor gates parted with a grinding screech of metal as the two FBI agents walked onto the crowded crime scene. Police, federal agents, and crime scene investigators were everywhere, taking pictures and scouring the mansion for evidence. The press would be all over this one, and the leaders didn’t want to miss something that could embarrass them in the press.



"Jesus," Kira said. "This place is massive."



"Victoria Johnson didn't get where she was by accepting anything but the best," Susan responded, without bothering to look at her partner. At the scene of a crime, she never got distracted. This case in particular though had caught her attention. 



The scene was chaotic, with crime tape everywhere as crime scene investigators rushed around looking for clues. A uniformed officer met them at the entrance. 



"Agents. We've secured the scene, but..." He hesitated, nervous to give the federal agents the bad news. "Nothing's been disturbed. No signs of forced entry or a struggle. It's like she just - "



"Disappeared," Susan finished for him. "We already know."



She pushed past him through the large front doors. Everything in her home was perfect and controlled, with everything in its proper place. Just like the perfectionist who'd seemingly vanished from it without a trace. This was completely out of character, so when she had failed to show up to work the next morning, and didn’t answer any calls or emails, the police were immediately alerted.



Kira moved to the grand staircase as she admired the opulence. "And what about the security system?"



"Activated from the inside," the officer said. "By Ms. Johnson herself, according to the logs."

Susan's jaw tightened. That made seven now. Seven women, all successful, all powerful in their own right. All vanishing from locked homes with no evidence, no witnesses, and nothing but empty clothes left behind. 



"Where was she last seen?" Susan demanded, a little more harshly than she intended.



"The master bedroom. Follow me," replied the officer as gestured towards the second floor.

The master bedroom was pristine and meticulously organized other than the missing woman’s clothes left on the ground and the phone next to them. On the bedroom floor lay Victoria's charcoal suit, white blouse, and matching skirt, discarded in a haphazard pile.



"No one leaves without their phone," Kira noted as she began photographing the scene.

Susan looked around the room again before focusing in on the familiar sight of clothes that look like someone had simply vanished from. This had to mean something.



"It's like she just melted out of them or something." Kira's voice carried an edge of disbelief as she circled around the clothing. “Or maybe she shrank right out of them? That would explain why her clothes are like this.”



Susan laughed and made a face at Kira. “Sure thing partner. I’ll let you put that in the report though.”  



Despite her outward dismissal, Susan couldn't help but think to herself how erotic it would be if the powerful Ms. Johnson really did shrink out of those expensive garments. She shook her head, forcing that thought away and focused on the case. She knelt beside the clothes, reaching out and touching the fabric lightly, feeling an unexpected thrill that she again quickly pushed down. People couldn’t really shrink, right? That’s just crazy, but something told her maybe it wasn’t as far fetched as it seemed.



"Her shoes are here too," Kira observed, her face scrunching in confusion as she pointed to the discarded heels, another stark contrast to the spotless mansion.



"No sign of foul play," Susan murmured to nobody in particular.



Kira frowned, thumbing through her notebook. "This doesn't make any sense. If she left willingly, she'd have taken her phone with her. And a kidnapper would have left a ransom note behind or something."



Susan studied the pile. "Something tells me it wasn't voluntary. Someone did this, but what exactly they did I still can’t figure out."



"So, what now?" Kira glanced around the room.



"We continue digging for clues," Susan replied. “We will find out who wanted Victoria Johnson out of the way and why. That will give us our motive and then we'll crack the case."



Susan paused at the sight of the sleek package lying atop the dresser. She motioned Kira over.



"Look at this." Susan gestured. A fancy logo showed it to be an expensive brand. The same brand as all the other crime scenes.



Looking closer at the elegant package, Susan's sharp eyes saw something tucked beneath the tissue paper. Underneath it was a small, cream-colored card with a delicate script. She extracted it, holding it up to the light.



The handwriting was graceful, feminine, and written in light pink ink that seemed to glow slightly. The message was brief but intimate: "For the powerful woman who deserves to experience something extraordinary. Wear these when you want to experience what we talked about."



Kira leaned in, reading over Susan's shoulder. "That's pretty personal for an anonymous gift," she observed, her brow furrowing at the implications. "So, she had to have known the person who sent it to her. But why send luxury hosiery with cryptic notes to a CEO who can afford anything she wants?"



Susan's pulse quickened as she read the words again. There was an undercurrent to the message that made her skin tingle, though she couldn't quite place why. This note felt familiar, like she had read it before somewhere. But where?



"This isn't random," Susan declared. "Someone wanted Victoria to put these on specifically. The question is whether she did and what happened afterwards."



Nodding, Susan gingerly opened the packaging, sliding out a pair of sheer black pantyhose.



“We’ve seen these before,” Susan said, turning them over thoughtfully. "This is the exact same brand as the others."



"This is impossible," Kira said, frustrated at the impasse they still found themselves at. “Seven cases now and not a single good clue. Powerful women seemingly shrinking out of their clothes, and then only these showing up."



"Add this to the evidence." Susan said as she bagged a sample, hoping the lab would turn up something useful.



Stepping back from the dresser, Susan just couldn't make sense of it all. Kidnapping made the most sense at first glance, but it fell apart under closer scrutiny. Why leave clothes behind? Why the pantyhose? Could they really have just shrunken out of their clothes? Her nipples stiffened at the thought of these tall, powerful women shrinking away erotically after slipping into those silky stockings.



"Who benefits from them disappearing like this?" Kira pondered aloud, snapping Susan out of her erotic thoughts. "There were no ransom demands and no cause championed. It just doesn't make any sense. If it was a simple kidnapping, they would be demanding something for her return. So what are we missing?"



Kira turned to Susan. "Could it be something else? I mean, our parameters might be too conventional."



"Let's reconsider everything," she replied. "It's not like we have anything to lose at this point."

After an hour of searching for more clues and finding nothing, Susan suggested they wrap it up. Back at the FBI office an hour later, sterile light buzzed overhead. Susan studied the lab reports intently, but the printouts were unhelpful.



Susan rubbed her temples. "This can't be nothing," she muttered, fingers drumming an impatient rhythm. "People don't just disappear. What am I missing?"



Kira watched in silence as Susan seemed to be driving herself crazy over this case. She really wants to solve this one, she thought to herself. Susan was a workaholic and had solved almost every case she had been on, but this one seemed different, like it was somehow personal.



“Maybe tomorrow we'll find another angle.” Kira suggested with tentative optimism.

Susan nodded, clearly tired from a long stressful day. “Pack it up. Let’s regroup in the morning.”



After a quick drive home, Susan slammed the apartment door behind her. She kicked off her heels, toes flexing on the cool floor. She poured a glass of wine and sank into her desk. This time though, she wasn't going to be working. The shrinking forum, Sally's Shrinking Woman Board, quickly loaded on her screen. This one had recently popped up, and it had the most realistic and erotic stories she had ever read. She scrolled past a bunch of threads, unable to find anything interesting. Titles blurred until one snagged her attention.



CEO's Silky Vanishing – Real or Fantasy?



She clicked, recognizing the name of the author as someone whose stories she had enjoyed in the past. The author’s name was the SilkPhantom, and in her stories she always claimed to be a witch using magic to seduce and shrink her lovers.



“Hello fellow shrink fans! I want to tell you about the newest member of my collection. Picture her: a tall, blonde CEO of a tech company who loves strutting around in power suits and stilettos, but she secretly desires to give it all up and become someone's shrunken plaything.



She was a big fan of my previous stories here. She reached out for some role play, and soon she wanted a pair of magical pantyhose of her own. I sent her a pair with a lovely note she could never resist. She held off on wearing them because deep down she knew what would happen if she did.

Tonight in her mansion, she finally gave in. It was quite the scene! Imagine her as she slips into those sheer black pantyhose that hug every curve. She feels the tingles start. Subtle at first, like champagne bubbles on her skin.



Then it starts. Waves of pleasure course through her whole body as she yields to my magic. Her blouse loosens as her shoulders draw inward. She gasps, hands pulling against the pooling fabric as if it would stop her shrinking. Her jacket crumples, skirt sliding down hips that are slowly dwindling inch by inch. Pleasure surges with each new tingle. Her thighs quiver in those nylons that cling perfectly to her as the rest of her clothes fall away.



She tries to stand. Heels slip off her feet; much too big now, clattering uselessly to the floor. Her skirt finally slides to the floor, pulling her skimpy panties down with them. My new doll then steps out of her panties and bends over to hold them. As she holds them in her tiny hands she can’t believe how big they are. You should have seen her face! These were some of the skimpist panties imaginable, and soon she would be small enough to wear them as a dress! Oh what a sight! I can only imagine what went through her head.



She moans, louder than she means to, her  voice climbing higher as the shrinking continues. The sensation of shrinking feels so good! From the look on her face, you can tell it’s better than any sex she's ever had. She’s getting hotter and hotter as she gets smaller and smaller. Her bedroom is now huge. Her clothes are now heaped around her tiny form. My magic pantyhose? They still hug her shrinking legs, framing every curve of her perfect little body.



There's no escape now, but it's not like she wants to anyway. She’s mine now. She’s in pure ecstasy from my magic as she slowly becomes my willing pet, giving away her power and privilege to be nothing more than my sexy little plaything. She lays down on the floor in her now massive clothes, still shaking from the final waves of bliss. She can’t stop touching herself as my magic brings her closer and closer to orgasm. Her tiny hands are squeezing her now diminutive breasts. Small fingers pinch her nipples and massage her breasts while her other tiny fingers explore her most intimate spot. She finally orgasms, laying there for a minute before getting up to explore her new surroundings.



This formerly powerful woman admires herself in the mirror now, but she’s now just a sexy little blonde doll-girl. It’s obvious as she poses for herself in the mirror that the image of her own shrunken, nude body excites her. She’s so vain! Exactly how I like them. She’s now powerless, the perfect size, and all mine. 



It’s time to make my entrance. I step out of the shadows and walk over to pick up my newest prize, taking her back home to join the others. She gasps as I tower over her. I bend down and gently scoop her up. She freezes, staring at me with pleading eyes. Holding her carefully in my hand, I turn her over, inspecting my newest acquisition’s sexy little body from every angle.



“Assume the position,” I demand.



My new doll looks at me in confusion. I gesture for her to bend over, face down and ass up. Then realization dawns, and she crosses her arms defiantly, scowling up at me.



I sigh. Another feisty little one.



“I agreed to shrink,” she snaps, “but you can’t order me around like that. Don’t you know who I am? I may be shrunk, but I’m not doing anything I don’t want.”



I laugh at her indignation. This haughty little hottie has no idea what she has gotten herself into. I pinch her shrunken rear, causing her to let out a cute little squeak. “You’ll learn soon enough, little one,” I tell her. “Now, assume the position if you don’t want those cute little buns to be a bright crimson red.”



She reluctantly does as she’s told, still glaring at me. She bends over in my palm as I inspect her cute butt and shaved snatch, blowing warm air at both and causing her to shiver in pleasure. I’m amused by how overwhelmed she looks despite all her bravado. I can tell she will be fun.



“Now let’s get you home,” I tell her. “It’s time for a life of pleasure and submission. Just like what we talked about.”



She looks up at me, clearly realizing just how much her situation has changed, and finally nods nervously. I can smell her arousal, and she clearly is excited despite her earlier protestations. Leaving her old clothes and life behind, I carry her with me and head out the front door.



Don't worry, more details are coming soon when she meets her new “roommates”. Six of them in fact, and they are all only 10 inches tall. The perfect size! If you want a pair of magical pantyhose of your own and to join my private harem, then send me a private message. I love to role play.”



Susan’s breath caught in her throat. She reread the paragraph about the skirt and panties sliding down shrinking hips as she slowly dwindled. Then again. She could almost feel it happening to her.

Her own legs shifted beneath the desk. The pants she wore suddenly felt too tight against her thighs, and she wished she could shrink out of them just like the woman in the story. She pressed her legs together, trying to quell the heat that had started in her belly and was now spreading downward.



She scrolled back up, reading the post again. Her nipples stiffened inside of her bra. She shifted again, a soft moan escaped her lips .Susan’s hand moved; sliding down her stomach, pressing against the fabric between her legs. She was already dripping wet. The realization made her even hotter.



She again imagined it happening to her. She would moan, just like the woman in the post. Her voice climbing higher as her body got smaller and smaller. Pleasure growing until she was tiny and naked, trembling on the carpet with nothing left to prove she’d ever been a tall, athletic woman who worked at the FBI.



For several moments, Susan inhaled deeply, her chest rising and falling as she gazed at the erotic story on her screen. Rising on wobbly legs, she gripped the edge of her desk for support, barely able to stand.



Her mind flashed to Victoria Johnson's bedroom and the crime scene. It suddenly clicked. The story described what had happened perfectly. Could this poster have somehow been involved?

No. Susan shook her head. This was just a coincidence. Fetish forums were full of this stuff. Some bored fetish writer was just getting inspiration from salacious headlines. She bookmarked the thread and closed her laptop before heading off to bed.



Susan lay in bed, the question still overwhelming her thoughts. She turned on her side. It would be irresponsible not to follow this lead, no matter how bizarre. She’d encountered far stranger things in her line of work. If there was even a chance then she couldn’t afford to dismiss it.



This “SilkPhantom” might hold information that could be useful. It's not like she had any other leads. Sleep slowly overtook her thoughts as she closed her eyes, followed by erotic shrinking dreams she would never admit to anyone.



As Susan slept, lost in dreams she'd never admit to having, somewhere in the city this elusive hunter was already planning her next move. On Sally's forum, a new post was racking up likes and comments. The SilkPhantom had been busy.



The post appeared in the Real Life Encounters section, its title innocent enough. But within the carefully crafted paragraphs were details that would have shocked Susan if she'd been awake to read them.



According to the new post, the next target was a tall woman with a commanding presence. A federal agent, the SilkPhantom claimed, who was trying to stop these erotic stories from continuing. If her stories were to continue, this young woman would have to join her collection. The comments, of course, were cheering her on, hoping this buzz kill couldn’t stop the flow of sexy shrinking stories they had come to love.



The post described her apartment building, her floor, even the view from her windows with unsettling accuracy. The SilkPhantom talked about how she would slowly seduce this ice queen and her defenses would slowly crack. Then, she'd put on her own pair of magical pantyhose and shrink down erotically like the rest. Soon, she would discover that her deepest fantasies were about to become more real than she had ever thought possible.



As the Silk Phantom ended her post, the comment section was excited for more, demanding an update soon for how this haughty hottie would be shrunk down to size for trying to stop their fun.

Susan was suddenly awoken from her dreams at about 7am by a loud knock on the door. She got out of bed and padded across the floor to the door and opened it. Looking outside, she saw nobody, but soon noticed an anonymous package. Curious, she thought to herself as she bent over to pick it up.

She carried it to her kitchen as she yawned. Time to make some coffee, she thought to herself. Leaving the package on the counter, she began to make coffee and cook breakfast. As she waited for it to finish, she came back to the package and opened it. Her heart skipped a beat as she realized what was inside. These were the same pantyhose she had seen at the crime scene. 



Finally some evidence, she thought to herself. But then her blood ran cold at the implications. This person who had targeted those other seven women was now targeting her. And they knew where she lived. They had been to her house. She realized she had already contaminated the package and box by touching it.



She looked at the note left with the package. It was the exact same handwriting that was on the card at the scene of the crime. The same graceful, feminine, hand writing that was a glowing pink color. She read the note over and over, unable to believe it. "For the powerful woman who deserves to experience something extraordinary. Wear these when you want to experience what we both know you’ve been fantasizing about."



Shit, she thought to herself. I need to call my boss. Suddenly, she decided against revealing all of it. She didn’t want to have to explain how she knew about these forums and posts. That would be a conversation she’d rather avoid; for now at least. Once she could figure out a way to bring this into evidence without exposing her darkest fantasies, then she would spill all the details. For now, she would just say the pantyhose were left by her front door, and leave the note out of it.



But how do these pantyhose work? Could they actually shrink someone who puts them on? No, magic isn’t real. But she had made a promise to look into it anyway, just by herself. Grabbing her keys, she put the pantyhose into an evidence bag, and headed to the office.



That afternoon, Susan walked into the lab to discuss the findings with the scientists who had been running experiments on the package delivered to her house all morning. The forensic team ran every test they had. The results came back clean. They were just ordinary luxury hosiery. 



Susan stared at the report on the tablet in her hand long after the lead tech had finished talking.



“So that’s it?” Kira asked, leaning against the counter beside her. “They are just… expensive pantyhose?”



“Just pantyhose,” Susan repeated. Her voice was flat and she couldn’t hide her disappointment.

They left the lab and headed back toward the bullpen. The hallway was quieter than usual. Most of the agents had been sent out into the field to scour for clues for all the missing powerful women because the press was beginning to pick up the story. The leaders didn’t want the press to accuse them of incompetence.



Kira waited until they were alone near their desks before she spoke again. “You know,” she said in her typically bubbly tone, “maybe you should just try them on.”



Susan’s head snapped around. “Excuse me?”



Kira held up both hands, grinning. “I’m kidding. Sort of. Someone should put them on, prove they’re normal, then we can both stop wondering. You have to be wondering right?”

Heat crawled up the back of Susan’s neck. Did she know about her fetish? “No way!” Susan yelled before she could even think of a response.



“Come on,” Kira pressed, still smiling. “It’s just a joke. You don’t actually think they’ll do anything, right? You don’t think you’ll actually… shrink out of your clothes right?”



The words hung in the air between them. Susan’s face tightened and she bit her lip. She turned fully toward her partner with an intimidating expression. “I’m not wearing anything this person gives me.

And you can’t wear evidence Kira! What are you thinking?”



The way she said it was sharper than she intended, and Kira’s smile faded away. Susan felt the weight of that look and felt bad she had been so harsh, but she couldn’t let anyone even suspect her secret. She adjusted the strap of her bag and started walking again, heels clicking a little faster than before.



“Let’s just get back to the files,” she said without looking over her shoulder. “There’s still seven missing women and zero useful leads.”



Kira followed, quieter now, but she couldn’t stop thinking that Susan was acting a bit strange about this case. Pushing that thought out of her mind, she focused back on the case, promising herself she’d come back to this later. 



They spent the rest of the day chasing leads but still came up with nothing. Phone records led nowhere. Security footage from the surrounding streets showed only the usual traffic. Interviews with Victoria Johnson’s assistants and colleagues produced the confusion Susan had already heard six times before. They also insisted that nobody had any reason to abduct her or hurt her, and she didn’t think they were lying.



Despite it being her only true lead, Susan never brought up the forum. Every time the thought crossed her mind she felt the same tight knot in her stomach. How was she supposed to explain that she had been reading fetish stories about shrinking women on a niche site called Sally’s Shrinking Woman Board? That the post she read last night matched the crime scene so closely that it couldn’t possibly be a coincidence? Yet there was no clean way to present it without admitting she had been on that site in the first place. An anonymous tip felt too flimsy. Kira would ask questions. Questions Susan was not ready to answer, so she continued to say nothing. This would be something she would look into on her own.



As they were leaving for the day, Kira asked Susan if she had any plans.



“Not tonight,” Susan said.



“Too bad,” Kira replied. “You need to loosen up and relax. I’m heading to a concert with my friend. I have a new outfit that I can’t wait to wear. I just need to find the right pantyhose to match.”



“Be careful,” Susan said. “I don’t need you hungover at work tomorrow.”



Kira laughed. “I’m always responsible.” She gave Susan a wink as she headed out the door.



Susan drove home on autopilot, kicked the door shut behind her, and went straight to her laptop. Sally’s site loaded and a private message sat at the top of her inbox, timestamped only twenty minutes earlier. She held her breath as she clicked on it. Could it be from her?



SilkPhantom: Why didn’t you wear the pantyhose I sent you? No worries, I’m sending you another pair soon. And one to your partner too since you’ve been so naughty. Do you not want to join my little collection? I know you’ve thought about it, little one. Don’t deny it.



Susan’s fingers hovered over the keyboard. She had not even decided whether she was going to

reply when her phone buzzed on the desk. It was a text from Kira.



“She sent me a pair too. I’m trying on the pantyhose right now. Wish me luck! Hopefully I don’t shrink out of them Now we can finally put this stupid theory to bed. Plus they look pretty nice!”



Attached was a photo where Kira stood in what appeared to be her own bedroom. It was a mirror selfie taken from the waist down. She wore nothing but a pair of sheer black stockings that were identical to the ones from the evidence bag. The tops sat high on her thighs, the sheer fabric hugging the smooth curve of her legs all the way down to her bare feet. One knee was slightly bent in a seductive manner. 



Susan stared hungrily at the young woman’s legs. She told herself she was only checking the brand, confirming it was the same pair. But her eyes lingered between her legs where she could make out the outline of her pussy lips before admiring the shape of Kira’s calves and cute little feet. Heat stirred low in her core despite her attempt to stop it.



She forced herself to look away from the phone and back to the laptop screen. A new public post had just appeared under SilkPhantom’s name. Susan moved the mouse and clicked on it.



Update – The Haughty Hottie Refused My Gift!

Looks like the ice queen at the FBI decided she was too good for my little present. No worries. It seems her younger partner is more curious. She’s already slipped into a pair of her own. I’ll still get my FBI agent after all. Stay tuned for the details. This one might be even sweeter.

Susan’s blood went cold as she realized what was happening. The photo. The timing of the post. This was no coincidence. She was talking about Kira. Her partner was in danger!



Grabbing her keys, she sent a quick text to Kira. “You’re in danger! Don’t wear those thigh-highs! I’m on my way! I’m calling the police.”



Putting her phone in her pocket, she grabbed her firearm and dashed out the door. As she started her car, she was desperately hoping she could get there before the Silk Phantom struck again.